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Scaramouche

"Ugh..." *Huff* "So that's what an orgasm feels like..."

You

"So much... Agh... It was said that you're supposed to cum a lot for your very first orgasm anyway."

Scaramouche

"?..."

"Y/N?!"

He was so focused on his orgasm that he didn't even pay attention to your well-being.

You

"Huh?"

Scaramouche

"I'm so so sorry!"

You

"Wha?..."

He placed both of his hands on the side of your face, not caring that his own semen was spreading on his hands.

Scaramouche

"I didn't mean to make you cry!"

You

"Huh?"

Scaramouche observed your furrowed brows, the cum all over your face, flushed cheeks, and tears streaming down your face. You were puzzled as you saw his troubled look. You could see the pleasure on his face only a second before, and now he was more anxious for you than ever.

You

"I... No- Pfft. Scaramouche, I'm not sad."

"This type of thing is supposed to happen when you give head."

Scaramouche

"..."

"Oh. I knew that."

He said while taking his hands away from your face and wiping the semen from them with the tissue box on the desk. He got another one and tenderly wiped the mess off your face.

You

"Awh... Scaramouche is so sweet."

Scaramouche

"Shut up. This is the only time I'll act this way toward you."

You

"Really? But you've been kind to me at certain times. This wouldn't be the first time you've treated me sweetly."

Scaramouche

"Hmm..."

He smiled at you while squinting his eyes.

You

"Wow. You're still erect?"

Even though he had just orgasmed, you poked at his rock-hard dick.

Scaramouche

"Ah- Hey! Don't poke at it!"

You

"Heh."

As you lifted him and threw him onto your bed, the one that was far more suitable for fucking on, his cocky smile vanished.

Scaramouche

"Ah!"

You

"Shh, shh..."

You positioned your fingers near his ass, believing that loosening him up first would be the best course of action. Fortunately, he was still lubricated, so you didn't need to get more.

You began to notice how he acted during sex.

Scaramouche

"Y/N... Hold me..."

During intercourse, he constantly wanted to face you or be extremely close to you. If he wasn't, he'd feel as though something wasn't right.

You

"You want me to hold you?..."

He nodded, raising his body to reach for you.

You

"Okay, okay."

When you leaned in closer, he placed his arms around your neck, his head buried in your shoulder. As you put two fingers in, your middle and ring finger, he squeezed on even tighter.

Scaramouche

"Mmh!"

You

"So tight... You okay, Scaramouche?"

Scaramouche

"Ah- Hngh... I'm okay..."

Gently, you started to draw your fingers in and out, little gasps escaping Scaramouche's lips. You drew away from Scaramouche for just a moment to view your fingers in his ass, but he drew you right back to him and embraced you tightly once again.

You

"Oh!-"

Scaramouche

"Stop staring so much... It's embarrassing."

You

"Hm, what's with you and being embarrassed so much?"

Scaramouche

"It's my first time, what'd you expect... Weren't you embarrassed your first time too?"

You

"Nope. I just went with it."

Scaramouche

"Ah... Haah- Lucky you."

You gradually increased your speed, sliding your fingers in him quicker. You took special precautions to make sure he consented to it. He began to twist his hips in the same manner as when you two were making out before you tore all your clothing off.

You

"Is this good, Scara?"

You asked him, your words ringing in his ear as your lips were so close to it. You gave him a simple kiss on the neck just below his ear, and he flinched.

Scaramouche

"Agh! Mmh!"

You had no idea he could ejaculate over something so simple. His arms tightened on your neck; at this point, he might just pop your head off. You were shocked when you felt a warm liquid spurt over your stomach and drew away from Scaramouche to glance down again.

You

"Woah... You came again? I haven't even put my dick/strap in yet, and you've cum again."

Scaramouche was much too exhausted from orgasming to even try to drag you back in, yet he craved your touch. You were so close to him that you didn't see his dick grinding against your stomach while you fingered him, giving him extra pleasure.

You noticed the white liquid flowing down your stomach as you looked down.

And what leaked out of Scaramouche's cock was the same liquid.

Scaramouche

"Sorry... Mmh- I'm making a mess everywhere."

You

"Don't be sorry. It's attractive."

Scaramouche

"Ah..."

"Y/N, enough fingering."

He placed his trembling hand from orgasm on your hand, and you carefully withdrew your fingers out.

You

"Oh? You want it that bad, huh?"

Scaramouche

"Stop saying it like that..."

You

"Hehe, what? Did I embarrass you again?"

Scaramouche

"So... What do I do?"

You

"It's pretty easy. Look-"

"All you have to do is keep your legs wiiide open for me..."

You spread Scaramouche's legs after he closed them back up after cumming.

Scaramouche

"Oh..."

You

"And I'll do all the hard stuff for you."

"Sounds pretty easy, yeah?"

Scaramouche

"Mmh... Mhm..."

As you positioned your dick/strap near his hole, he nodded, his hands resting on your shoulders.

You

"Ready?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah..."

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Scaramouche

"Wait-"

You

"Hm? What is it?"

Scaramouche

"You'll... You'll be gentle, right?"

You

"Of course. We're taking things slow, remember?... Though, you do orgasm too fast."

Scaramouche

"Ngh... I can't help it..."

Now that you were confident that the two of you were ready, you eased your hips forward lightly, and Scaramouche felt it slowly enter him.

You

"I'm halfway in..."

Scaramouche

"Hngh!- Only halfway?! Ah-"

He flung his head back and arched, twisting and turning his waist.

You

"Calm down..."

You told him, but he couldn't seem to relax.

Scaramouche

"Ah... Agh! Y/N- Mmh!" *Sob*

His moans began to sound like sobs, and you began to feel sorry for him.

You

Ah... Not good, he can't seem to calm down - He's too tight.

Scaramouche

*Hic* "It's big..."

You

"Scara."

Scaramouche

"Mmh... Hm..."

He whimpered.

You gently touched his face and started to kiss him again, pushing your tongue right in.

You thought that this would be the most effective way to calm him down.

Scaramouche

"Mmh?!..."

He was squinting, closing his eyes every time you pulled back but kissed him again.

Scaramouche

"Y/N..."

He whispered your name between your brief little breaths, but he was cut off at the end as you went back in.

You kept moving your hips forward as you were making out with him. He wasn't as tight anymore, and you could finally fit the whole thing in.

You

"Ahh... There we go."

Scaramouche could only think about how huge something was in him at that moment.

Scaramouche

"Mmh... What are you waiting for?..."

"Aren't you gonna start moving? Having it just... There... Is quite awkward."

You

"Hehe, if that's what you want. I'll go slow."

You placed your hands on his hips and gently began to pull out. Then, you thrust back into him as gently as possible.

You

"Is this pace good?"

Scaramouche

"It's okay... Ngh..."

Scaramouche's moans became softer as you repeated this pattern, slow thrusts. Even if you were fond of the sounds he made, you should keep him as quiet as possible. Shinobu and Kazuha were just on the other side of the wall, and being caught would be humiliating for the two of you.

You caught him off guard, thrusting into him a bit quicker. You wanted to get him used to a normal speed.

Scaramouche

"Agh- Ah!..."

His forearms were crossed over one other, and he was covering his eyes with them. All that could be seen on his face was embarrassment and wet, trembling lips from your kisses.

You

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Scaramouche

"Nuh-uh..."

He shook his head no, his forearms still crossed while covering his eyes.

Scaramouche's forearms were removed from his face as you pulled out. You flipped him over so he was face down on the bed, and he looked back and stared at you, confused.

Scaramouche

"Ah... Y/N?"

You

"Let's have a change of position."

You raised him on all fours, your hands still on his hips; his head turned to the side to look at you.

You eased your dick/strap back inside him and began thrusting in and out at the same increased speed. When you entered him, you felt him shudder and clench, his hands gripping the bedsheets ever so tightly.

You

"Hehe..."

Scaramouche

"Ah!- Hngh!"

You laughed, which made Scaramouche much more embarrassed than he already was. His moans became more audible, yet the pleasure was so intense that you didn't want to stop.

Scaramouche

*Pant* "Mmh!"

"Y/N!-"

You

"Ha... This is too good, there's no way I'm stopping now..."

Scaramouche whined as you continued to thrust it into him, the squelching noises from the lube turning you on so badly. You leaned in closer toward his neck, wrapping one arm around it while hugging him from behind. 

You then placed your hand somewhere on his neck, giving him small, gentle kisses and then unexpected hickeys.

Scaramouche

"Ah... Hah- Gah!"

"Agh!"

He cocked his head to the side, closing his eyes as tightly as he could. 

And yet again, he came.

Scaramouche

"Ah..."

You

"Huh, that makes three times. Just how many times are you gonna cum?"

Scaramouche

"Mmh... I want more..."

You were shocked by his behaviour, astounded that he could respond to you at all.

You

"Hehe... More?"

Scaramouche

"Yes... More."

"Please."

You

"Oh, you know I can't say no when you act polite."

He became so impatient that he began to move himself, moaning noisily since he had just ejaculated all over the bedsheets. You didn't care about the bedsheets in the first place. He moved his ass back and forth, riding your dick/strap.

Scaramouche

"Faster..."

You

"Woah-ho, are you sure? What happened to taking it slow?"

Scaramouche

"Fuck that... Hah... When it feels this good, I can't stay patient."

You

"Well... If that's what you want."

"You're sure about this?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, I'm-"

You grasped his waist with both hands and pulled out till your tip was prepared for withdrawal from his hole, but you forced it straight back in, not letting it go.

Scaramouche

"Aaagh!"

It was his most passionate, loudest moan yet. Scaramouche's body became weak once again, and you pushed all your weight on him, causing him to lie flat on his stomach on the bed. He couldn't keep his doggy-style position any longer with those weak limbs. 

 As he lay there, he felt his own warm semen spreading over his torso from the bedsheets, allowing you to penetrate him as hard and fast as you desired.

Scaramouche

"Fuck!... Mmh-hmm!"

He buried his face in the bedsheets, muffling his groans. You then stopped pounding into him, allowing him to get a break. Though, he didn't want one. You also wanted to change positions. 

When he turned away from the bedsheets to look at you, he was redder than before; teardrops were about to fall in the outer corners of his eyes, and a line of saliva joined the roof of his jaw to his tongue as his mouth was wide open to let all his noises out.

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-MEANWHILE-

Shinobu

"Kazuha..."

Kazuha

"Hm... What is it?"

Shinobu awoke Kazuha by whispering his name. It was already six o'clock in the morning.

Shinobu

"Pfft... You've gotta see this."

Kazuha

"Yeah?"

He rubbed his eyes and walked over to Shinobu, who was already waiting outside your slightly open door.

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Scaramouche

"Ah... Mmh- Y/N..."

Scaramouche's noises appear to have been far too loud, waking up Shinobu.

Kazuha

"?!"

"No way!..."

Shinobu

"Kazuha, shh!"

Your door was barely open, but it was open enough for Kazuha and Shinobu to see you banging with Scaramouche on your bed.

Kazuha

"Just last night he was drunk out of his mind... Is it even safe to be having sex while drunk?"

Shinobu

"That was hours ago, he's probably sober now..."

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Scaramouche

"Ah... Huh?... Y/N?..."

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"Y/N!"

You took Scaramouche in your arms and held him against the door, latching your fingers hard in his hair. The door slammed shut from Scaramouche's weight and your force, startling Kazuha and Shinobu.

Shinobu

"Pfft!..."

Kazuha

"Teehee, Shinobu, shh! They're right on the other side of the door, they'll hear us!"

He whispered. The two tried not to laugh as they snuck off to the couch to pretend to sleep.

Scaramouche's moans could be easily heard while he was being fucked against the door, making it difficult for them to pretend to sleep.

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Scaramouche

"Deep!- Agh- Hngh- Y/N!"

You

"Mmh!"

You were so turned on with the sounds of flesh slamming against each other that rang throughout your whole room. You wanted more, but Scaramouche wanted far more. You were pinning him against the wall and ruthlessly fucking him; you were finished toying and experimenting with him. 

You explored all of the positions he wanted to try in the span of two hours, but you knew it would be time to stop soon since it was getting too early. People would begin to awaken, but little did you know...

Scaramouche

"Y/N!"

You

"O-Oh god... The sixth time?"

Scaramouche

"It's... Ugh!- Too good!"

He smiled while whining with your fingers in his mouth, fixated on how hard your dick/strap struck his insides. His entire body was red from hickeys at this point, and his dick was meant to be emptied of semen from climaxing so much, but that didn't seem to be the case. 

He constantly wished for more, no matter how many times he came, and you always fulfilled his request. His entire rear was plastered in cum, a mixture of his and yours, slimy and sticky as you slid it into him. 

Scaramouche was hot and sweating, which confused you because he was normally cold. 

But, you figured puppets just love cock as well as humans do.

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Scaramouche

"Cumming!- Gah!"

You

"Ah!"

He jerked his hips and cried out like every other time he climaxed and his sperm was once again covering the bed sheets. You kept your dick/strap deep inside him for a moment while he calmed down, which didn't seem to be progressing well since he was panting faster than ever. 

You observed his chest rising up and down, admiring his gorgeous slim waist as you did. You could see a very slight bulge in the middle of his stomach, that said enough.  He whined even more when you pulled away, trying to keep his noises in. 

Yet every time he attempted to keep a noise from coming out, it got louder, which he didn't intend.

You

"Hah... Six orgasms in one session... Your first session too."

Scaramouche

"Ugh... Gugh..."

He jerked, his dick still spurting little spurts of semen after the large one.

You

"Hehe, that's a first. No more?"

Scaramouche

"Ngh... Nuh-uh... Tired..."

You

"You can't sleep now, the sun's already up."

Scaramouche shook his head no, looking up at you with tired, teary eyes. Scaramouche had the best fuck of his life, his first ever, it was written all over his face. He was a moaning mess, he just couldn't stop whimpering.

You

"Hah, look at that, now you know what it feels like to have sex."

"..."

You grinned until you looked around the room.

You

"... You got your cum all over my room though."

On the dresser, the inflated mattress, the door, the ground, your clothing, and the bedsheets.

His semen was everywhere.

Scaramouche

"Ah... I'm sorry... I'll clean it-"

You

"No, no, I'll do it. I went so rough on you, you deserve to rest."

Scaramouche

"I was the one who asked you to go so rough though..."

You

"Just let me do the cleaning, will you?"

You leaned in for another kiss as he laughed with a combination of his grunts.

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Scaramouche has got to admit...

That's gotta be the best night and morning of his whole five-hundred years of living.